PNB Chapter 436 Day 7
Chapter 436 Day 7
In the iron-gray church-like building, Xing walked on the solemn ink-colored floor, with an elegant square dome above his head, and his footsteps echoed in the empty room.
"What's going on?" Xing followed Jiang Fan and kept muttering, "What's the point of doing something so grand? Do you really think you can bribe us?"
It goes without saying that one can tell what Sunday was thinking. Such a scene could not have been created unintentionally; it must have been the result of Sunday's careful consideration.
She had seen many tricks of using the first two acts to escalate the third act.
For example, in the game, before the hero goes out, the NPC blacksmith in the blacksmith shop will introduce the weapons in his shop to the hero.
The first one is called the Novice Long Sword, the second one is called the Ordinary Long Sword, and the third one is called [The Hell Red Lotus Invincible Prayer Golden Greatsword from the Abyss with the Blade of Salvation]. There is no harm without comparison.
So she was very sure that this was Sunday's little trick to win her over. Unfortunately, she was known for her foresight, and this little trick was as boring as a child playing house in front of her.
"This is the final act. I have shown you the past and present of Pinocchio, and I sincerely hope that you can understand why I want to change the status quo."
"And next, I will reveal to you the future of Pinocchio." As Mastermind expected, Sunday's voice indeed echoed in the empty building after a pause.
Every time they pass a puppet along the way, they can hear a conversation, like the NPC in an adventure game.
Just walking past it will trigger a certain game mechanism and allow you to hear key lines required in the plot.
They walked up the elegant gray staircase to a room paved with marble tiles. It was called a room, but in fact it was just a flat floor without walls and ceiling.
On the stairs at the end of the floor was the familiar picture frame, and blocking their way were five puppets covered in fluorescent lights and a puppet leader holding a baton-like stick.
According to the settings of the first two scenes, a short story will be triggered here without any surprise, and they will complete the script themselves.
But the special scene at the moment was indeed special. Even the mechanism had changed. No matter how the clock played tricks or how the stars made faces, the puppets didn't even move, like statues sculpted by Michelangelo.
"Broken?" Xing snapped his fingers beside the puppet's ears, looking at the puppet's joints, wondering how many credit points he could get if he packed it up and took it away.
"Please forgive my rudeness. I forgot to tell you that only this last play has been written long ago." Just when Xing was wondering whether to put the puppets away in a sack or carry them away on his shoulders, Sunday suddenly spoke.
Xing was slightly startled, as if a cold snake was crawling through her heart. Yes, only the last scene had been written long ago, as if it was telling them something that had been predetermined.
They can intervene in Pinocchio's past and present to influence the course of the script, but they cannot change its direction. The only thing they cannot influence or change is Pinocchio's future.
She shuddered slightly. They could be participants or spectators in the three-act drama on Sunday.
The Sunday that invited them was hidden in the highest place beyond the reach of sight, quietly overlooking their mad dash in these three acts.
She shook her head, trying to get rid of this weird thought. If Zhou Ri really had any bad intentions, Jiang Fan would definitely catch him and beat him until he was paralyzed.
......
The rumbling sound of turbulence came from directly above, and in front was the stage of a large theater with a diameter of more than dozens of meters.
The graphite-colored square stones spun along the vortex of the dome, and the wind brought tens of thousands of stone tablets back to their original positions. Lights lit up one after another on the four walls of the theater, gradually becoming clearer.
Xing was stunned by the grand spectacle before her. She looked carefully at the lights and found that colorful dolls were reflected in the yellow light, which looked like paper cuts, or like they were from another world.
The bright red carpet was rolled out from the other end of the stage across the bottomless hole, like a Swiss roll being rolled out flat.
"It's worthy of being a grand theater. The momentum is really intimidating. No wonder he wants to drive away Tongxie and establish an empire of order. This is his confidence." March Seven whispered to Xing.
Xing looked down at the huge black crack under his feet and thought, let's put the confidence aside for now, can we discuss how to get through it first.
She now seriously doubted the safety of the red carpet, which was far less practical than building a solid stone bridge.
At this height, if the carpet suddenly became as soft as paper, she would not only fall flat on her face, but would probably be smashed into a train ticket and have to be remade.
“He gave meaning to all people in the world, and He created all things in the heavens and the earth. He rested from all His work of creation.”
"However, all living beings call out to Taiyi again. You define order for all people, but you make us know that we are just your puppets."
"So on that day, all the people gathered together as one and threw God into the pit of destruction." Sunday spoke word by word, as if reciting the contents of a scripture.
"Throwing God into the pit of destruction? Are you bragging?" Xing couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, thinking to himself, the person who compiled the Bible wrote this, does Taiyi know?
"Isn't this the point? Quickly activate your hidden backup energy source and explode it first." Jiang Fan said.
"How ridiculous! Is there anyone who would use a big move to attack someone in the face right from the start? It's just like the PK between Yang Guo and Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng just bowed and said, "I'm Qiao Feng," and Yang Guo picked up an AK47 and started shooting. Am I such a shameless person?" Xing looked righteous and even made up a story to refute him.
"You sound like you care a lot about your reputation. Would a bear care what happens to the bees after it empties the hive?"
"How ridiculous! Don't laugh at others when you are only 50 steps ahead!..."
They walked along the long red carpet, looking up at the empty space above their heads.
I have to say that the Pinocchio Theater is a really great place. It is quite similar to the Domination Theater and the Lemuria Theater, and has a natural feeling of solemnity.
This was probably the most serious theater she had ever seen, not even the Golden Opera House on the Bello Berg.
Although she had been to the Pinocchio Theater last time, she had only been to the VIP lounge and banquet hall on the first floor and had not even seen the shadow of the stage, which was the true soul of the theater.
She walked along the slightly soft carpet. The sound of Sunday echoed from all directions, as if it came from a loudspeaker, or as if it was carried by the wind.
“This is the seventh day.”
“Then the hymns of joy and praise rose in unison!”
The voice of Sunday suddenly became louder, and a wind suddenly blew upstream on both sides of the bright red carpet. They vaguely heard someone singing hymns in unison.